Dreamer

She looked back on all the never-ending nights she lay there with all the windows open. The stars came dancing in one by one and the moon, always smiling and humming that old familiar lullaby, made sure to shine on her adolescent face, bouncing off her saddened eyes which always became bigger when her heart was full. She had the ability to compress reality and fantasy and get lost in both. She spent her childhood sleeping on the Milky Way and following fairies. She was untouchable and at the same time, so breakable. She made friends with everyone, it didn’t matter whether they existed or not, they believed in her. There was no such thing as broken hearts because she knew that the love she had, would always be enough.


She’s all grown up now. She traded her adolescent face in for a worn-out mask. Her Milky Way for an empty bed and when she needed her friends the most, she discovered that none of them were real. She walks around denying she’s a dreamer, pretending that she’s still alive inside, trying to fit in. There’s still one thing her twisted mask can’t hide, her saddened eyes, which still see the dancing stars and smiling moon every night. See, her dreams gave up on her a long time ago, but even while holding her broken heart, she’ll always be the dreamer, she was from the start.